The wilder the flower, the sweeter the honey.

Hermanus

Perhaps there are some that might find my fascination with graveyards a bit macabre, but it all started in Milan many years ago, when I realised that tombstones there resembled art more than old teeth. They also had heaps of history attached to them from many centuries ago. I maintained my graveyard visits in the UK, particularly when I lived out in Kent, where you could easily discover graves marked from the 1300s a stone’s throw from your front door.

I have not been in any South African graveyards since moving back from England. Until this past Sunday, that is. I was on my way to lunch with friends and their family, and took an unexpected detour (got lost) past the graveyard. Since I was early, I decided to Continue reading →